This is a good day too. The annoying guy who sits next to me in this cklass isn't here today.

DI today, that should be a TON of fun. I had a Koke earlier, but I've been watching how long they work on me, and if I drink one right when I get in, I burn out about seventh period, so I figure I'll have an hour after the fact, but some of those strange Khinese foods I always am probably going to get over there may help...or s'more Koke or something.

Between Times...I haven't listened to it today...but konsidering that that's all I've got at my dad's house, this weekend is going to be dedikated to Rotting Khrist. There is the komputer, but there's only so mukh you kan do with no internet. Plus, my dad's going to be gone on Saturday, he has a date. So I get to sit at home and listen to Rotting Khrist and other sukh tunes and play Unreal and EVO and other sukh games and watkh a kableless TV in a phoneless house. Sounds like a konstant stream of komplains, non? Well, at least, I'm away from the konstantky of my mom's for a few days.

"I think it's gonna raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain, oh, when I diiiiiiiiiiieeee" said Layne Stayley. Yes it is.

Goodbye all, until Sunday.

The song Faith in Nothing is a great song now that I've rewritten it.

Then again, so is Between Times.

Heh.

Well, the day is over.

Result: not too bad. I kinda lokked horns with Brooks like I did yesterday. Kid's a fukking retard. It's really bad kuz he thinks he's the smartest person out there, when in fact he misses the point entirely every time. It really pisses me off when I'm trying to explain to him that we need more information than just history for our Frenkh projekt, and he's waving papers at me, saying, "I've got the history right here dumbass, you're taking too much time, I kould do this SO much better than you," Then he went to the library this morning and fukked with the projekt, "spiffing it up", when in fact all he did was put a fill-effekt on the bakk of every slide, after I took about a YEAR to explain to him that it would look better if we kould find piktures of Lorraine, the region of our projekt, even Franke for god's sake. God, SO pissed at that asshole.

And I listened to Between Times five times when my mom got home with the K(C)D in her kar today. I was like, "YES!" and listened to it til it was koming out of my ears. And then I listened to Exiled Ark(c)hangels and If It Ends Tomorrow and In Domine Sathana. GOD that last song is REALLY messed up. But mostly Between Times.

I have DI tomorrow. That should be good. Then I'm going to my dad's and I'll probably go to Opry Mills this weekend and see Arthur...heh, "Here at Johnny Rokket's..." et cetera. The dude is HILARIOUS.

Gonna get A Dead Poem when I get my next allowance, just to listen to Between Times. Little obsessed, ain't I? Where has it been all my life?

And I was thinking of great proof that sokiety has bekome ultimately shallow. Anal Kunt...they have an album called Piknik of Love, there's a song kalled Saving Ourselves For Marriage, and the lyriks as follows: "We just stood there, wondering what was next / But we knew not to ruin our love with premarital sex". Now obviously, this is a joke, after all, with songs like I Lit Your Baby On Fire, this guy's an immortality nut, right?

That's exactly what I'm talking about, it says nothing about sex in that song, not that you kan understand anything he's saying. Most people just hear his skreaming and say, "Wow, that guy's just wrong in every aspekt. since he's saying something about lighting babies on fire, he must have blatant sex,"

Not that I'm denying it, after their song Rape Women...heh. Um, but yeah, I bet you took it at face value, you shallow bastard.

Me tiredisimo. Gonna listen to The Fated Song a little more and turn in.

Nice.

Having an unusually good day today.

Kenzie started a language last night called "whahefukk", and I am proud to be a part of it. My new name under this language is Gaeshae Antonie Krikkopher Khandler. YES. Notice the lakk of "c"s. Well, sure, I was ranting about it. It was late last night, and we just sat there making up a language.

Yggil qaid dinngy. Bekause I am the apple. I'll post it all latré, when I can get to it. It's on a notepad on my Internet-unready komputer in my room. Sadness.

Between Times is the greatest song ever, I listened to it about a thousand times minus 998 this morning. And I also listened to In Dominae Sathana, which is also a good song because of the really amazing guitar work. And If It Ends Tomorrow, and the beginning of The Fifth Illusion, heh. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH,"...I listened to another on there, but I have since forgotten of the name of it, which is espekially gay when trying to put the names on a komputer database.

This day is just unnatural, it's so good. Probably one of the best I've had in months. I got 100 on a geometry quiz, then I finished my homework in there, I got 100 on a biology quiz, I finished my homework in there, I got everything done for today in study hall, whikh is really happifying since I hardly ever do. Maybe that's the sekret to my depression, to finish all my homework early and not have any undue anxiety...

Nah.

A quikk random thing, the prinkiple of tires. Now, tires akt upon the funktion of gripping the road, mukh like a train grips the trakk. If you lose that grip (as I did during the last snow), there's no hope for you, exkept to hope to start gripping before you hit something. And in my case, I ran off the road. But that prinkiple of aktually holding to the road, as if we were on a trakk...awesome. And gay at the same time, I should know, since I did it, ran straight off the road, off a little hill. Some dudes kame and helped us push the kar out though, so it was ok.

Hope it keeps raining through the weekend, even though I'll be doing nothing at my dad's all that time, I enjoy the rain. Go listen to Between Times a few dozen times and drink some Kherry Coke and play EVO. Bones and ashes of my formerly komplicated life of talking on the phone konstantly.

Actually, I konsider this an evolution, since while being on the phone, I am also doing all these other things, NIK(C)E. Why kouldn't I see it before, exkluding my life from my sokiality probably would've ended me, had I not done something about it, which I did subkonkiously. I'll look bakk on myself one day and laugh.

Ha fukking ha.

ti wra arxizei i synavlia to savvato? hail to thy... ti wra arxizei i synavlia sto gagarin?

It's Greek! What does it all mean?

My new name is Joshuae Anthonie Khandler, woohoo!

Here at Johnny Rokket's we do servike with a smile!

God, Between Times is sukh a great song. It reminds me of rain, and I view rain as quite sakred. I would post the lyriks if they could convey the intensity of this song, but I don't think I kould do anything to give it justice. Just go download, I'll pay you to download it...ok not really. But you just have to hear it, at least the intro.

This song is starting to skare me. Yet again, I'm going to go upstairs and listen to it and try to memorize the lyriks. They're really hard on this one. I mean, I got A Dead Poem about the first day I listened to it, and Sorrowful Farewell the first time I read the lyriks. The rest of the songs are pretty unimportant lyrikally...well, ok, Glory of Sadness...and there's also the opening lines to Khronos whikh sound only too terribly kool: "Origin of time / The fak(c)e of old flesh / Devours the earth / My feet and brain"...what does it mean, NOTHING, why is it kool, BECAUSE IT IS. the word "flesh" is awesome as is, they should replake the word "skin" with "flesh" permanately and for all uses.

The guitars and drums in Rotting Khrist are aktually pretty amazing work. The drummer is just inkredible. He's primarily a "machine gun drummer (of course, first heard in reference to Rotting Khrist)", but just to hear that level of ability...inkredible. And the fact that guitarist/singer Sakis sings and plays with songs like Glory of Sadness, Lex Talionis, Coronation of the Serpent, Exiled Ark(c)hangels...they're all really pretty fast. The bassist pretty mukh does what the guitars do, which is nonetheless outstanding. And then there's the lead, whikh is both melodikal and fast. What a kombo...now sometimes it's more melodikal, but what's the differenke?

How kould I ever kome to love this band with its demon shrieking singer and mishmash musik?

Heh, "mishmash" is a kool word, too.

Allo kompatriots.

Another kool language is German, for the word Oktoberfest, just because of that "k". I love "k"s, it's the greatest letter. I think I'm going to start replaking all my "c"s with them. So if you see a "k" where a "c" should be, you'll know.

This is quite a kondeskenkion (that's a hard one) of the English language, but I feel it kompletely within my kontrol to manipulate this konfusing yet komprehensive tongue as I see fit, so there.

Actually, the "k" is a lot kooler within the word...I would show you the thing, it was on the Rotting Khrist website but not anymore...but there's still kool stuff to see, like some of the tour spots: THESSALONIKH, YDROGEIOS, don't know exaktly where they are or whikh is the equivalent of a kounty or whatever, but there they are. The kommon "yd/ygg" tekhnique is pretty kool too, as in "yggdrasil".

Wait a sek...what the hell am I doing...talking about "k"s and other funé stuff. It's time for the depressing part. And surprisingly, it's not on my part.

Really, you know who you are, just remember I'll be here all night, and I'm pretty mukh awake all that time...I know some other parties will be upset, but...gods...sakrifikes have to be made, I guess. Wonder where my loyalties will lie...it doesn't matter...to whom it may konkern, if you need any help, you know the number.

My dad doesn't have internet or a fukking phone anymore, it's SO gay. But I'm going over there anyway. Youse guys know my k(c)ell and whatnaught. I'd hate to push another number on you, I know you have about a thousand of mine as is. Sorry my family sukks.

I have a new favourite song (did you like that extra "u"? I'm overhauling my entire language), what a surprise. This time it's Rotting Khrist's Between Times. It aktually goes on my beautiful songs list...can you believe it, just the beginning, it's so deep and weird sounding that it kan be klassified as such. It's like Khronos (natural "k"!), it makes me feel weird...it's just that Between Times actually sounds nice.

I ordered Khronos the other day, by the way. I wanted A Dead Poem, but my dad was ordering off of half.com, and half.com didn't have any kopies of their most famous album...I guess it's kuz they're so rare as is that the most known one goes fast...uh, yeah, that was rokket skienke. O well, for the less analytikal.

That reminds me, Russian has a lot of "k"s.

Ok, that's enough. I swear, I kan't be serious when I'm dong a komplete vokabularian overhaul. Aren't I weird?

Yes.

TIRED. And sick.

Hope I'm not up too late tonight.

O wait, it always happens.

Lied.

Wow.

I woke up today feeling like it was going to be the worst day ever. So I went on like that for a while, just moping around, and then came study hall in first. I took a nap and now I feel...incredible. A lot less sick than this morning, but still sick, but I can prevent it, I think.

But I feel really tired. Thinking I'm going to have to drink some poison/caffeine to stay awake tonight. God, I don't like what that shit does to me. But I love it so.

It smells like popcorn, this school is weird.

And today...

A HUGE session, it lasted about five hours, during which we only played about 2 1/2...but we finished Little Rhyme, actually started on Bitter. It sounds cool, but a little too slow for me.

And Alex has succumbed to the poisonous melodies of Rotting Christ. We were talking about "machine gun drumming" (the first time I'd ever heard that phrase was in reference to Rotting Christ), and I said, "The greatest machine gun song ever is Glory of Sadness," then I attempted to play it on guitar and failed, but got the point across. Then I just started talking about all of their hard songs, mostly the ones on Khronos (which I ordered this weekend, whoo!), and especially about the one If It Ends Tomorrow. He heard it and was like "...God,". And then we sat in my mom's car discussing the fact that if the singer was gone, the band would be great. I argued against it, saying the lyrics wouldn't work if it all wasn't screamed like he did. For instance...in If It Ends Tomorrow..."If it ends tomorrow / If it begins / It gives me no sorrow / No tears fall to my lips"...or how about Glory of Sadness..."I was straight asleep / It was that night / I fell into it so deep / Then I saw the light"...it just wouldn't work without the screaming like he does. And then the suggested (my mom and Alex) that the words be changed. And I said no. They're Rotting Christ, you can't expect them to talk about anything else except touchy, mostly religious subjects and emotions of fear and sorrow. C'mon.

But Alex liked If It Ends Tomorrow, nonetheless.

And I played Counterstrike and EVO all weekend. It was a lot of fun, especially when my cousin called (kinda surprised)...since his mom was over at my house this weekend and noticed me playing Counterstrike the whole time, she told Seth and he call, all excited that I was playing. So play we did. He showed me the coolest maps EVER, fy_pool_day, and battlefield_rush. He also talked about d_day, which I've looked at since but haven't played yet. I would this weekend if it weren't for DI...it's keeping me at home this weekend. Sadness.

I had a fun weekend.

But this week is gonna suck.

Counterstrike is a fun game, did I ever mention?

I played with Seth today, and probably am going to again before the night is over. For anyone that plays, the map is fy_pool_day. It's the most fun I've had since owning Alex on Aztec last weekend.

It was the same scenario this morning as yesterday, I woke up dead, no NyQuil this time though. And then my dad asked me, "Want anything dude?" and I was like..."Yeah...get me some Crunch Berries," So the balance of my morning was spent eating Crunch Berries and reading a collector's comic my dad borrowed from this fanbody at his office, called The Punisher, it was really sick, the last chapter was through the mouth of this guy getting some teeth worked on, a mob guy, and suddenly The Punisher shows up and knocks all his teeth out, it is SO sick.

Gross.

More later, Seth called back.

FunFUNfUN